In the silence of the night

When the stars murmur their secrets and the moon shines its soft light on the world, you'll discover that the emptiness inside can't be filled by the mere presence of others. Their warmth may bless your bed, their hands may entwine with yours, yet the pain of loneliness remains, unaffected by physical touch.

An abandoned house remains forsaken, even if it's bustling with crowds, for the tenant's absence echoes through its empty corridors. Sometimes, just sometimes, the only savior is the one who resides within. It's a solitary journey, one that demands you save yourself.

There will be days when the weight of your heart threatens to pull you under, like a heavy anchor sinking into the depths. But still, you stand, your legs unwavering, your spine unyielding. It's the universe reminding you that it hasn't forsaken you. It never will, unless you forsake yourself first. Promise me, promise yourself, that you'll never surrender to self-doubt.

In those moments, remember that fallibility doesn't make you irredeemable. It simply makes you human, flawed and beautiful in your imperfection. Embrace it, for there's no shame in being true to your nature.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer